Highway 89 — микроблог _Isa_Belle_
The forecast swore a heavy rain would fall,
I know this stretch like lines across my palm.
You swore you’d never take this road at all -
your promises don’t ever last that long.
You call me up,
say you’re missing me,
like we’re stuck inside this sad road-trip movie thriller.
You think I’m pretty,
but you don’t love me -
I’m the jump-scare in your rearview mirror,
on Highway 89.
| Автор: _Isa_Belle_ | в 11:07 |